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From the grave a body rises

Pale and gaunt as death itself

Baleful eyes glint in the dead of night

Dragging its claws against the icy stone

And its hunger is forever eternal

Se înalță

Sufletul malefic

Ură dezlănțuită

Înfometat pe viață

Feast, of the Strigoi!

Blasphemic child of witches

A life once lived in sin

Died alone and unknown

It awaits its day of vengeance

Seeking out its prey, seeking for revenge

Eerie silence

Heart is pacing

It approaches

Drawing near

Chasing fear

It has found you

Se înalță

Sufletul malefic

Ură dezlănțuită

Înfometat pe viață

Feast of the Strigoi!